There was no question as to the physical type Lindsey liked--the guys she went for all had one thing in common--they were hairy. There was nothing Lindsey loved more than running her fingers through her partner's hairy chests, or the tickle of a beard and mustache on the face she was kissing. Mona had chosen Ape-Man Apple, whose slogan on the can read "We'll put hair on your chest--and everywhere else!"
Mona felt his chest, legs arms and face blossoming with hair. It felt great, like his body was like a snail out of its shell before, and was now both adorned and protected with glorious hair! Every hair pushed out of his skin like another rejection of the femininity he realized he had always hated. He ran his hands down his columnar legs, now bristling with both muscle and hair. The ugh, feminine clothing that Mona had worn in were now replaced with gym shorts and a tank top, and his most prized new addition, even more than the hair, was supported in a jock strap.
Mona--he would have to pick a new name--texted Lindsey. "I'm at TG sodas."
"No kidding" Lindsey texted back. "Do you want to shoot me a photo, or would you rather I see the new you in person first?"
"You're not surprised?"
"Dude, I am so totally not surprised."